Public crying

Today is the first major day of Aunt Flo, and as I looked at the red water in the toilet, I wondered if my babies were still in me or were in the water there.  I hated to flush the toilet.  Does anyone else think like this?  My little microscopic dead babies.  How pathetic.  But I love them so much.  I hate that other people get to love real babies. After this experience, I was sitting at my desk and a coworker was talking about how her daughter was going to spend the summer with her father, and that the dad might ask for child support for the summer, or if not, at least he'd like getting the tax deduction for having a dependent for that portion of time.  I started crying.  How can anybody think of a child as a tax deduction?  Boy, did I bawl!  My coworker ran to the vending machine and brought back M&Ms AND a Hershey bar.  I ate them both quickly and recovered.  For the moment, anyway.